Black curtains pulled and tied to block out the stormy night
Candles lit, a shadowy dim golden light filled the room
Midnight quite a pall came upon all who gathered here
Contact hope-ed for one who had left this life way too soon

The medium preening explained the veil is thin between
This place here in this fey universe is at its best
Where all the hidden worlds on this very spot do converge
Sit at this table said she to each and every guest

They joined hands and the seer closed her painted eyes
She grimly moaned and the room took on a bleaker air
A cold dire wind blew the table shook and did slowly rise
How it came to be the frightened guests did not now care

A loud knock and boom resonated in the curtained room
A female's ghostly voice spoke as if from the very air
The candle flame sputtered and then inextricably flared
Eyes rolled to white the stricken seer fell back in her chair

The icy voice found its way wrapped around their spines
While spidery webs seemed to fall across each face
Aunt Gert and Uncle Jeb is that you I see sitting there?
Both dour still greedy and stern while death you both outpace

You came here professing love and care to reach through the veil
But truth a thing you both detest will always find the light
The candle failed and the dark did like a shroud come in
My treasure you will not find but Death will find you this night

ken lehnig(c)2011

------Why is doing what you love the hardest thing to do? Is it because failing what you thought defined you would be too devastating a thing from which to recover? If so, we stay where mere accident has left us.

Haunted
it kind of reminds me of one of my favorite poems, "The Listeners", except the view point here is from the inside, like where "The Listerners" were locked up and wouldn't, couldn't answer the traverler's call....